A lost and found little (DON'T LIKE IT DON'T READ)

Chapter 3

(A/N Warning throughout this chapter contains abuse and blood.)




Third-person POV



Eliza closed her eyes as Morgan started humming a lullaby she recognized from so long ago remembering what her brother sang to her when she had nightmares or just couldn't sleep.
Eliza curled up in the passenger side of the car slipping her thumb into her mouth as she fell asleep.

Eliza's eyes snap open as she hears a car door shut and her door opens minutes later, she looks up at the figure that opened her door only to feel her heart drop to her stomach as she sees her father glaring at her fuming silently.
She gulps and drops her head fiddling with her fingers praying this was a nightmare.
He roughly grabs her arm bruising it, and started dragging her to his car.
"NO!" Eliza screams, her father continues to drag her causing her eyes to swell up with tears, the next thing she knows they both stop, and he turns landing a hard slap to her cheek and she drops to the cement and places her hand over her cheek to assess the damage but before she can get up he kicks her in her ribs again and again.

"YOU UNGRATEFUL BRAT!" He exclaims.

"YOU THOUGHT YOU CAN LEAVE WITHOUT MY PERMISSION?" He yells.

"I HOPE YOU HAD ENOUGH SLEEP BECAUSE YOUR IN FOR THE PUNISHMENT OF A LIFETIME WHEN WE GET HOME!!!" He shouts as he continues his relentless onslaught.

Eliza is crying harder and harder as he continues wishing she could just die as she goes limp and begins to drift in and out of consciousness.
Before Eliza can completely pass out she sees headlights as she lays on the side of the road whimpering. "H...Help...m...me." She cries out weakly as the vehicle gets closer.
As soon as the vehicle stops she blacks out completely...





Eliza's POV


I notice headlights on the road heading towards us as I felt my father slam his foot into my ribs once again causing my eyesight to blur and flicker, I hadn't seen what my father did to my phone or any of my things but I had hoped he didn't find them.
The last thought on my mind was calling for help so with what little strength I had left.

"H...Help...m...me." I cry out.
Minutes later I hear the vehicle stop and everything goes black.


I wake up hours later groaning in pain as my father yanks me out of his car causing me to wince as my ribs get hit against the door on my way out and he drags me inside by my hair lucky for him it was dark out when I woke, or else someone around here would have noticed something.  

"You are going to pay for making me drive all that way little girl!" He growls under his breath as we reach the front door.
He quickly opens it and shoves me into the house causing me to collapse on the floor and my injuries to hurt even worse than the dull throbbing I have been feeling since I left.

I whimper as he slams the door and locks it walking towards me lifting me up to my feet by my hair making me tear up and mentally prepare myself for what was about to happen.

My father drags me up the stairs and to the master bathroom and calls for my mother to deal with "the trash."

(A/N The worst thing my father has done went beyond physical abuse, and that was him calling me a mistake, out of everything that hurt the worst, sure the bruises and scars aren't much better but at least they healed to an extent, but having the man that is supposed to be there for you or even just protect you call you that hurts worse than anything I physically went through.) 

My mother comes in grumbling about having to deal with me but rolls her eyes as she passes my father she grabs the rubbing alcohol and starts pouring it on my injuries just to prevent a hospital trip.
I lay there crying silently on the bathroom floor as the rubbing alcohol continues to burn my injuries.

"Grow up and take it, your punishment is going to be far worse." she sneers but continues to tend to my injuries without an ounce of remorse or mercy.
After what feels like hours she finishes up, then drags me back to my old room by my ear.
I see my father waiting for us in my room with his belt in his hands.
Quickly pushing me into the room my mother picks me up and drops me on my stomach at the end of the bed.


(A/N Warning Abuse, blood.)

I see my father raise his belt above my head and right down against my back I scream in pain as he does it again and again, after an hour he finally stops with his belt and I feel my back numb with welts and I'm dehydrated from crying, he then hands the belt to my mother and she flips me onto my back causing me to wince.


"That was for making your father drive all that time to get you." she said glaring at me.
"This punishment is for damaging my tires."
she growls as she raises the belt over her head bringing it down on my stomach causing me to renew my screams of pain once again.
After an hour of drifting and out of consciousness another hour my mother was finally done.
I don't make any effort to move knowing it was pointless. 

(A/N My mother irl is an amazing women and was unaware of the abuse my father inflicted, she always thought it was from bullies at school but I made sure to never involve her because my father loved her and never raised a hand to her and that is what I truly cared about.
I was never one to care about my own wellbeing but I certainly cared about my mom.
My mom never knew about it because her happiness matters to me the most and she is also a very good friend of mine so it's only natural to want her to be happy.
I pretty much kept it hidden from her she was a nurse so she was often working but whenever she was home we would just cuddle and she would always tell me how happy she was with our little family and how much she loves me etc. I was good at hiding the abuse on my end and my father wasn't a drinker and I met his parents they weren't the abusive to him in the least so I honestly have no idea why my father was, maybe I'll make a bio page on myself to explain more in detail if you all want.)

I layed there on the bed in searing pain and a tear stained face, wondering what changed, how they became like this, why they did, and how long this would continue.

"Why do they do this to me?"
"I'm their child, their little girl."
"I just don't understand this, they created me, they chose to have me, they could have used protection, they didn't have to have me, and yet they pretended to love me my entire life?" "What's the point in all of this?"
"Do I honestly deserve this?"
"Am I truly a mistake?"I whimper as all of these questions and thoughts rush through my head and the pain shooting through my back and stomach.

"Pathetic, can't handle a simple punishment?" My father sneers.

"If you weren't such a problem this could have all been avoided." My mother says rolling her eyes and shaking her head.
I just lay there listening to their lecture as they so elegantly put it or maybe the correct term would be verbal abuse.

(A/N Yes verbal abuse is also a thing, but I honestly would have preferred to be ignored by my father rather than have his attention.)

"45 minutes later and they are almost done with me."
At least that's what I thought, my parents aren't known for going this easy on me.

Honestly it was a little scary just laying here waiting for their next idea of a punishment, but I wasn't going to say I wasn't grateful for it.
My father had said I was in for the 'punishment' of a lifetime when we got home.
I must say I'm not impressed, not like I'd tell them though.
Sure I'm sore and bruised but considering my plan with the gun yesterday this hasn't been the most pain I've been in.

I groan in pain as my mother lifts me up and handed me to my father whom dragged me out of the room and down the stairs and through the living room.
To say I felt like I was in a haze was an understatement until my father opened the basement door and dropped me down the stairs causing another stream of yelps and tears as I landed at the base of the stairs and I feel a liquid running down my back as I blackout in a puddle of my own blood.
Not a great way to end the day.

A/N Honestly this chapter is just a filler until I get out of this writer's block, maybe I'll start another story to do fillers to prevent myself from ruining this book.)